CHAPTER#122

Naia climbed onto Dana's lap, straddling the zombie's hips. She pushed some loose strands away from Dana's eyes, then moved her hands along Dana's sides. Her hands moved up to Dana's breasts, then slid past to tilt her head back. When their lips connected, Naia's body became translucent again, and Mike watched as his load migrated up Naia's body, passing into Dana's mouth.

"Wow," Mike whispered. It was less than a second after Dana swallowed when her cheeks darkened, fresh blood flowing to the surface. Dull gray strands of hair immediately regained their shine, hovering somewhere between blonde and silver. Her eyes sparkled when they opened, and a strand of cum dangled from her lips when she broke her kiss with Naia. When she opened her eyes, they were an icy blue, the gray hidden behind the gemstone color.

"You look almost like you did before," he told her. "I mean, you're still a bit different, but you don't look like you're on Death's door anymore."

"I feel great. I feel... warm." She wiped a tear from her eye. "It's almost like I'm alive again. So many emotions are going through me right now. I feel like I swallowed fire and lived to tell the tale." She pressed both hands to her chest. "And for the first time since I died, I don't feel hungry."

"That's good. I'm glad." Mike moved away from them. "But you still look a bit... off."

"It's better than the alternative." Dana shifted, her ass rubbing against the smooth stone. Through her jeans, Mike saw that she was pressing her thighs together. "I don't want to be ungrateful or anything, but can I have some time alone with Naia?"

"Absolutely." Mike stood, a small pang of jealousy in his chest. His relationship with everybody was open and honest, but the idea of Naia being with anybody but him did sting just a little. He knew it didn't make sense. That was the part of him that was still human. He looked back just once to see Dana's lips on Naia's breasts. The nymph winked at him and he smiled back. Even if it did bother him, he was willing to bet that he owed Dana a debt that couldn't be repaid. He pushed open the back door, taking care to pull it shut behind him.

When he walked around the corner into the living room, he tripped over the small chair that had appeared there. He rubbed the sore spot on his shin. "And what are we going to do with you?"

The chair sprouted arms and shrugged.

"Oh! Wait!" Mike fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a key. "Does this go to you?"

He waited for a response, then remembered the mimic could only transform when nobody was looking. Some strange monster version of being pee shy. He blinked and found himself looking at a typewriter. The keys clacked on the paper tucked into the roll.

NO

"Oh. Any idea what it goes to?" He waited for a response, and the mimic typed the same word again. "Okay. Well, thanks for your help earlier. You made a pretty good me."

YOU'RE WELCOME CARETAKER MIKE. The typewriter dinged, and Mike blinked. The grandfather clock walked on thick wooden legs to its post by the stairs, then lowered itself into place. He patted it affectionately, then stuck the key back in his pocket. That would be a mystery to solve some other day.

Mike walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He said a silent prayer of thanks to whatever god was listening that a beer had been tucked away behind the milk. He popped the top off and sat down, putting the mouth of the bottle to his lips. It wasn't even his favorite brew, but it was the most delicious thing he had drunk in days.

"Not gonna watch them fuck?" Mike coughed beer out his nose, foam rolling down his lips. He turned in his seat and scowled at Lily. She leaned against the kitchen counter, her tail tracing shapes on its surface.

"You startled me." He used his shirt to wipe the beer off his face. "And no, I'm not going to watch them have sex."

"You're not a little curious?" Lily walked past him and pulled down one of the blinds with her finger. "Don't you wanna know what college pussy looks like?"

"I... no. No I don't." He frowned at his beer. She had caused him to waste a bit of it. "It was obvious that she wasn't into it."

"But she was. She hungers for it, you know? Your cum, specifically. You could have made her do anything, made her beg, taken advantage of her desperation." Lily turned around, her breasts in her hands. "Oh Mike, come in my mouth, I'm so hungry." She spoke in Dana's voice.

"Shouldn't you be standing on somebody's shoulder right now?" He pulled another drag off of his beer. "Talking them into suicide or something?"

"You're really not gonna look?"

"No. I haven't heard the full story, but I'm ninety-nine percent certain that this is somehow my fault. I imagine she's going through some hard changes right now, and the least I can do is give her her space."

"Wow. You really aren't going to look." Lily's tail swished behind her. "Now that I'm back, I suppose you want to give it to me though, right? Pound my ass against the counter?" She bent over, wiggling her butt in his face.

"Honestly? I just want to finish this, see if they need any help out front, then go to bed. Oh!" Mike slammed his beer against the table, causing it to foam over. "I do want to give you something!"

"This oughta be good." Lily crossed her arms and smirked. "Did you draw up a roommate agreement for me? Blowjobs every Thursday? Anal Mondays? Since the week is gonna fuck you up the ass, might as well do it for real."